An Xiaoxiao chose a difficult song, on the one hand, because the piano is very valuable, she also wants to try its strength, and on the other hand, to relieve the depression in her heart.

Originally, it was a high-pitched and passionate song, and there was a faint low air when it was played slightly, and Jiang Muye listened to it in his ears, and his heart naturally had a little more care.

remembered that she appeared at the airport inexplicably in the morning, Lin Zheng also said that she had cried, and Jiang Muye guessed probably.

After the last note was struck, Ann's small fingers were still attached to the black and white keys, and the green and white fingers were slender and beautiful, and the soft light hit her body, and the light blue turtleneck sweater was a slender and elegant neck......

Her whole being radiated an elegant and charming light at this moment.

Jiang Muye's heart throbbed inexplicably, and the chaotic thoughts in his mind finally disappeared.

She looked at the piano, he looked at her, and there was sweetness flowing in the quiet atmosphere......

In the end, An Xiaoxiao turned her head and looked at each other, and she saw a warm light flashing in Jiang Muye's usually deep and cold eyes.

His lips hooked a light smile, and Leng Yi's eyebrows exuded a soft and deep depth.

An Xiaoxiao was stunned, she had never seen such a Jiang Muye.

As if sensing An Xiaoxiao's thoughts, Jiang Muye retracted his gaze, moved the wheelchair forward, and said lightly.

"Lin Zhengxuan, it seems that he has a good vision."

An Xiaoxiao bowed her head: "Well, thank you." ”

"It's not early, let's go upstairs and rest."

An Xiaoxiao hurriedly got up and came over to push him, and in the elevator, Jiang Muye asked, "Aunt Lin has gone to the field?" ”

"Well, I'm going on a trip with Uncle Lin."

"The Jiang Group has branches in most cities across the country, and I will instruct someone to take care of them."

An Xiaoxin was happy: "Is it okay?" ”

Jiang Muye bowed his head, and when he saw that An Xiaoxiao was about to thank her again, he interrupted her: "Don't say thank you to me, if you really want to thank you, take some practical action." ”

An Xiaoxiao's face flushed, and she twisted for a moment: "Hmm...... Didn't you say you had to go with the flow......"

Jiang Muye looked at her: "Do you want to sleep in the elevator tonight?" ”

An Xiaoxiao was stunned for a moment, and then realized that the elevator had not moved for a long time, and pressed the up button, and her face turned even redder.

Jiang Muye's lips were hooked, her mood was inexplicably wanton, the little girl was thin-skinned, and she thought a lot!

……

An Xiaoxiao pushed open the bedroom door the moment, she was a little confused, and under the specially dimmed light, a field of rose petals snaked to the side of the bed, and a large bouquet of roses on the bed was spread on the light blue quilt......

How ambiguous and ambiguous the atmosphere is.

She didn't dare to move when she stood still, Jiang Muye was in her heart, and her face was calm.

Lin Zheng, this second goods!

Jiang Muye pondered for a moment: "I apologize to you for yesterday's incident." ”

An Xiaoxiao was stunned: "There is no need to be so grand. ”

Jiang Muye: "...... Pack up and go to bed. ”

After this time, An Xiaoxin's dissatisfaction with Jiang Muye gradually disappeared.

There is a hint of excitement when tidying up the bedroom, a woman of this age, saying that it is not big, saying that it is not small, and it is a good time to be coquettish, but it has not yet reached maturity.

Some people are willing to go to great lengths to make you happy, but the happiness generated by this kind of cognition is common to women at all stages, and An Xiaoxiao is of course no exception.

As a result, Jiang Muye changed into home clothes and walked out of the cloakroom, and saw An Xiaoxiao coming out with a foot bath, with a light smile on his face.

"Makino, it's good to soak your feet in roses."

"For me?" Jiang Muye raised his eyebrows.

An Xiaoxiao nodded solemnly: "Uh-huh!" ”

Jiang Muye: "...... Count ......"

"Shall you go to the window? You can open the window and listen to the sound of bamboo leaves. ”

Looking at the happy An Xiaoxiao, Jiang Muye finally swallowed the words of refusal: "Yes." ”